Tiny Pleasures #360: Good Presents
Underpants and books - the perfect Christmas presents. I am a happy woman with a comfy bum and pile of interesting reading.
Underpants and books - the perfect Christmas presents. I am a happy woman with a comfy bum and pile of interesting reading.
My grandmother's basket is a very practical thing. Our surname is written in big black marker on the bottom (just in case it gets forgotten somewhere) and it fits all kinds of things. Today it is loaded with presents, bread and wine, and Nan's smile tucked in the side.
I was walking out to dinner last night, dressed in a nice little black dress. A man on a bicycle shouted at me as he rode past: 'Great earrings'. Such a delightful compliment that allowed us a tiny moment of connection as my earrings danced in the rays of the setting sun.
I really enjoy teaching my handful of students. They're all dedicated and fun to work with and range in age from 16 to 89. The youngest of them gave a lovely card and Christmas present and I'm pretty chuffed to read her words of appreciation. It's pretty special to be able to share my love
I went for a stroll this evening and was entertained following Mr Sozzled as he endeavoured to walk in a straight line, No judgement from me (I've done it more than once), just a quiet little chuckle with the magpie sitting on the fence watching the humans passing by.
How cool is this little dude sitting there reading a book in his cowboy hat and shades?
I have a little spatula son on my kitchen window sill. He stands in for the real thing (who doesn't live at home any more) and smiles at me while I make tea. He's way more fun than a photo in a frame.
It's nice to hear piano. I forget how few piano players there are in the wild until I hear one and then it feels like a lovely surprise. It's also nice to hear someone else playing your instrument. I lent my keyboard to Alan Reid, a wonderful Scottish musician, for a house concert tonight and
It sounds like an English pub name, but here it's the result of serendipitous neighbourly gardening. The folks next door grow beautiful roses that I get to admire over the fence through the curtain of grape vines on my side.
I do love it when an excellent book lands in my lap at exactly the right time. I read some excerpts of Judith Lucy's latest book, Turns Out, I'm Fine, from the Book Bar on the weekend. The snippets were so good I dashed off the library on Monday to borrow it in order to